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The inhabitants of the World of Fantasy know how dangerous it is to walk through the fog, my children, "Old Bone told us," because the fogs sometimes hide the beings of evil and other surprises that you do not want to experience. Therefore always have the root of the angelic plant - angelica archangelica - with you in the days when dense fog is expected. Those who did not listen to this advice, after passing through the fog, they were forced to live in some other, foreign world.

In humans the kiss begins when the lips touch other lips - or some other part of the partner's body - however in these beings the kiss starts before the physical contact. This beautiful couple in love - thanks to the ability of distance sensation - even before the lips join, feel the compatibility in the emotions and the quality of passion. Their love chemistry is at a high level and they are confident that they can safely indulge in a complete experience of giving and receiving. But they will not rush with their love journey, because every sincere form of exchange of tenderness and passion at these beings takes a very long time.

There is a lot of talk about friendship, and this one from the World of Fantasy is really unusual. Dodo Sagepass, being with wings, is so rare that even in the World of Fantasy there is no other member of his genus. And Dodo wants to have his family. One of the abilities of this, love of the hungry being, is the ability to open the passage, the door between worlds and other dimensions. His friend, Elvis Nergetic, is always on his side and braves him with words:
- Never give up, open your eyes well, you will find your soul mate, it certainly exists in this or the other world! Open a new pass, go for a new quest!
Such words awaken in Dodo the power of will and the new force to reopen and again, spinning energy balls (a very exhausting activity) opening a passage into the unexplored world where, perhaps, there is its other half. As Dodo passes through the opening into another world (or dimension) and the passage closes, Elvis clings to the spirit and body, in fear of what will be, whether his friend returns. Will he find his partner and forever be happy with her in the other world? So for days, for weeks, Elvis can wait at the passage - through his head rushes thousands of thoughts, among them and: How am I going to live without my friend?

Wizard Cirilo Bum grabs my hand and I feels like we are sinking in another, human eyes invisible, level of the World of Fantasy.
- The opinion that the World of Fantasy, like every other world, only what our senses perceive and understand our mind, is worth less than the rotten bobsled. The world, the universe, the reality, are extremely complex, the human understanding of time, space, dimensions, the boundary of something, are poor, the too many rules and laws is accepted for granted - he talked to me as we floated in some space of gray-purple color.
Then, through some haze, I can see the outlines of some roughly-built houses and buildings.
"It's a Closed City," said the old wizard, "and belongs to the World of Fantasy, as well as countless other phenomena and things. Every world and many beings have their own Closed City.
- Who lives in it? What's inside these buildings? I asked him. First I thought there might be some demons inside, but also treasure.
"Nobody knows the answer to that question, my little boy, except the one who built it," Cirilo Bum told me as he took me back to the level we stayed the longest - perhaps full of some form of life or completely empty. It is not good that per some things, uninvited, dig. It may be full of some memories or feelings which must not be discovered.

The problem of verbal aggression in the World of Fantasy is still being given too little attention if we takes into account the number of beings who suffer the consequences of this type of violence. Verbal aggression within a family, among married or loving partners, some communities, often becomes the heavy torture, which often puts the attacked creature into a state of hopelessness and depression, take away the will of life and soon make the zombies of that creature. if you are on some being loudly spoken and slandered by curses, is mocked by his everyday behavior with unpleasant objections, laughs mockingly at what somebody delights, and constantly provoking with harsh words, we speak of the verbal aggression of the primitive form. Agomir Gression, a respected member of the community, the head of a family, has developed from just him known reasons (hidden psychopaths), verbal aggression that can be called sophisticated and is regularly performed on his wife. Ms. Gresse, Pat's name, Hetic father, left her job because Mr. Agomir could not allow his wife to work if he could feed her. The same verbal aggression with Mr. Agomira is simple: Do not talk very loud, but stabbing a little bit. When is Pat sad, loud laugh. If Pat is a goodwill, be frustrated and talk about all the mistakes she has made, though it was long ago. It does not matter if Mr. Agomir is right about some of the claims, enough to repeat them repeatedly.

In the World of Fantasy there is a Sad Valley and occupies a fairly wide area. Moreover, experience has proven to a Sad valley - suddenly - change even expand their boundaries. All the inhabitants of the World of Fantasy will find themselves under her uncomfortable influence as much as they are careful and their character will most determine when they will emerge from its disruptive influence. There are some thinkers who claim that the influence of the Saddle Valley can bring benefits to the individual, strengthen his character, and after weeping the river of tears, it is supposedly clearer to see the situation and the way to go well in life. Opinions are different, but it should be noted that there are inhabitants of a Fantasy World who voluntarily go into The Sad valley. Some of them are dissatisfied with their lives, caught in the underestimation circle and various tortures, it is easier to bitter cry them than to take a step - perhaps risky - that could change their poor life. Here are some of the creatures who have sinned, violated the law of the community - or even worse - doing a terrible act that violates their conscience. Probably so self-punishment, suffering tremendous psychic torments, the Sadness Valley will hit just the most painful feelings, no matter how deeply someone buried in themselves.

When the inhabitants of the World of Fantasy find out that there are worlds in which "reasonable" beings with disgust looking at the mucus, they were more than surprised. The appearance of mucus amongst the inhabitants of the World of Fantasy is welcome, since it is always a sign that an action should be taken immediately, which will ultimately bring better health and satisfaction to an individual who increases the mucus or receives a mucus in someone close to him. The Mucusis of the picture are a special kind among other mucus in the World of Fantasy. These very tiny creatures are assembled into large colonies of male members, while female Mucusis gather in their colonies away from men. The number of Mucusis is constantly increasing as long as they stay in humid and dark areas, until at some moment appears some charge in a colony who suddenly forces them to find a colony of members of the opposite sex. In this running their colors are becoming ever more stronger - see picture - and it seems to have "timed" to take on the most intense colors just as the colonies meet.

The best disco club is in the World of Fantasy. Everyone in it can be the main star on the podium.
But in reality, if you do not dance how is play, if you do not know the rhythms that are just coming and you do not want jump into the train with nose in the ass of elite dancers, you will stay forever an outsider.
With pleasure.

The Ear, the figure from the picture, is dependent on feelings and only stimulated by the feelings he lives and works. And other members of its kind, Lostadays, creatures from the World of Fantasy, are known as the inexhaustible source of poetrybrood, bohemian, artistic freaks, lazybuttocks, painters imprisoned in their ideas, local misunderstood musicians, philosophers of everything and sorts of things, they like some form of art and philosophical mindset. At one period of his life Ear, which by the way, himself considered avant-garde art that to be recognize, feel that it sincere emotion dried up and he lost his creative inspiration. Sadness, and suicidal attempts and heavy days of depression, would be the Ear everyday, that he did not smile happiness when he wandered to the Mysterious forest in which the beautiful plant of Thousandhead lives. He fell in love, not worried about the evil character of Thousandheads: she devours anyone who comes to her. Dear readers, we need to be happy, this story has a happy ending, because Ear permeated with love feelings, awaited its end which is only wish could.